Liquid silk enchants the earthly temples
Of spring-announcing winds.
In their trail of watercolour reverie,
Have fled the solar furnace
To kiss the canvas of time
With sweet fullness of voidness.
The canticles of ecstasy
Awaken the master of subtleties.
The jaws of pleasure invite
The mysteries beyond to be revealed,
And in their sway of cosmic pathways,
Teeth and tongue hold the key
To the memory unseen.